[ uh oh. shiro is retracting, both physically and rhetorically. as always, keith registers his faux pas late, but this time rather than giving shiro space and another apology, keith feels a little emboldened. maybe being called "hot" even while wearing a terrible outfit really does do miracles or maybe it's just the teasing atmosphere who can really say?
one way or another, as shiro shuffles back onto the bed, keith follows, hands pressing down on the mattress on either side of shiro's hips, caging slightly as he leans in, mere inches between their faces. he's still grinning hard, clearly having given zero thought to the fact that his asscheeks are as bare as ever and easily looked at down the line of his back. ]
I want honesty hour back.
[ heart hammering in his chest, keith shaves another inch and bumps the tip of his nose to shiro's. ]
no subject
one way or another, as shiro shuffles back onto the bed, keith follows, hands pressing down on the mattress on either side of shiro's hips, caging slightly as he leans in, mere inches between their faces. he's still grinning hard, clearly having given zero thought to the fact that his asscheeks are as bare as ever and easily looked at down the line of his back. ]
I want honesty hour back.
[ heart hammering in his chest, keith shaves another inch and bumps the tip of his nose to shiro's. ]
Please?